She Was The Best-Looking Woman In The Whole Night Club…Until She…

-YOU DON’T SEE ME KICKING, SLOBBERING, AND CRYING LIKE BABY, because your “best and brightest of the whole hour-long dramatic comedy show“ smile is HSR’s federal-reserve-backed, extremely top-secret, and covertly-coveted fiduciary responsibility!-

…opened her mouth!

And it wasn’t what she said, or even how she spoke…

…it was more about the lacking, and, maybe even off-putting, physical condition of her sorely-in-need-of-rehab smile.

So that's why she always showed a closed-lip smile.

She was otherwise decked out to the max in the finest designer apparel.

She was thick and thin in all of the right places!

The hair, the make up, the earrings, and the shoes, oh, yes, those to-die-for, fantastic, straight-out-of-Elle-magazine, high-class, high heels!

She had all of the attention from the guys, gals, and even the gays!

But, her unsatisfactory teeth made her mouth an unmitigatedly-toxic, anti-magnetic disaster!

She urgently needs to call 1-800-DENTIST, or get a referral to one of many thousands of competent dentists, or from friends or family members, so her smile can compliment, not complicate, the preferred branding image that she is trying to project.

She may want to save a little money for treatment, or use her insurance benefits, and maybe even get over her fright of dentists, and then, sit for, and get, a smile that is worthy of matching the beautifulness of the rest of her.

Oh, and, by the way, the same hypothetical…applies to guys in the club!

May you have many…it’s really what’s inside that counts, but what’s outside matters a lot, too…take a look deep into my eyes, and not into my mouth...okay, so I’m not perfect—heck—nobody is!...smiles!